A young villager comes by...

Not far from where the captured enchantress struggled desperately with the troll, a young shepherd called Dirk whistled a happy tune and ambled through the forest.

Dirk had heard about the forest's reputation of course, but it provided a handy shortcut between the village of Carn and his flock of sheep so he sometimes took it. It also meant he could drop into the Traveller's Moon and have a few ales on the way, which was a welcome distraction... especially when Bessie was working behind the bar. Bessie had the biggest breasts in Carn, and Dirk longed to get his hands on them. However, he hadn't quite picked up the courage to even talk to her yet, much to the amusement of his village friends, who teased him that he'd stay a virgin forever.

He'd never caught sight of any strange creatures in the forest and had begun to think the village tales were something of a myth. Nevertheless, he kept an ear out for any unusual sounds. He was young and fit, and could probably outrun a goblin if he needed to.... as long as he had a decent head start.

It was due to this diligence that he heard the crashing deeper in the woods away from the path. He braced himself to run, but then heard the distinctive sound of a girl calling for help. He paused - what would any girl be doing in Fanndorn Forest?

He fiddled indecisively with the blunt knife strapped to his waist for a moment and then crept through the undergrowth towards the sound. It was definitely a struggle, judging by the grunts and thrashing noises.

The path fell out of sight behind him as he pressed into the undergrowth towards the sounds. Eventually he reached a clearing, and carefully peered through the bushes.

"Sweet Lady Illistyra!" he breathed.

A huge troll was wrestling in the dirt with a slender witch. The witch was a frenzy of kicking legs and flailing arms, contrasting with the troll's slow, determined movements. The troll's enormous cock was jutting out threateningly from under the folds of its belly, and it's intentions for the poor witch were clear.

And what a witch she was! Dirk whistled softly. Even covered in dirt she was beautiful. Dark hair, slender, and wearing a black robe that clung to her modest curves in a very appealing way. She stood little chance against a troll in close quarters fighting though, and her beautiful eyes were full of panic.

Which wasn't surprising, really. Trolls had a nasty reputation for capturing women folk and dishonouring them. Many a lady adventurer had fallen foul of them over the years if the stories were true - and even some noble ladies, ambushed on the Carn roads and dragged into the forest for a leisurely fucking before eventually being sent back to Carn dirty and soiled, often to the gleeful teasing of rival lady folk.

"By the gods!" Dirk whispered to himself, suddenly recognising the struggling girl. Eilwy the Enchantress, the Black Reaver! She had passed through Carn only two days before, and even Morphon had taken care to keep out of her way. The lady had a very fierce reputation, cold and haughty. She was also no novice adventuress, but a mighty power of the realm - the last person you'd expect to see getting overpowered and fucked by a troll!

Dirk felt his cock start to stiffen in his britches. What a story this would make when he got back to Carn - a mighty enchantress fucked like a little girl lost in the woods! It would be the talk of the town - maybe Bessie would even notice him, at last!